Something has changed in me, for the better or worse I'm not sure. The thrill of battle, of treasure to be found, of Adventuring... that was always my motive and reason for existing.

I find myself treasuring talks with Augustine more and more. A lazy morning, a slow enjoyment of a precious cup of coffee, a talk with friends over dinner at night. 

I see the clear razor sharp desire for revenge in Nina, the battle lust that Gerda has, the infinite planning of the Snow Queen... and I feel like I should be ashamed of my small enjoyments.

But maybe I'm just listening to my heart for the first time in a long long time.

-Journal of the Adventurer Beckett